An excerpt from my post "Silence" at the Not Essential List:
"I do not know how to turn these feelings into the words I need to make people see the beauty we are about to lose. So I watch the sun set, and rise, and set again. Each time more beautiful than the last. Numb to the yelling that rages. A violent house that I cannot escape. It is my Earth, but I have no choice to share it with the ones who do not care. I have no choice but to keep trying."